Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Saudi Arabia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Y Pants to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Searchers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronan,
Pierre Henry,
Crash Course in Science,
Roger Hodgson,
Buzzcocks,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pylon,
Ice-T,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Count Five,
Soft Cell,
AZ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultravox,
The Cure,
Trumans Water,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sugar Minott,
Sight & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Ossler,
Radio Birdman,
Urselle,
The Smiths,
Surgeon,
The Music Machine,
Black Bananas,
Soul II Soul,
The American Breed,
Ohio Players,
Magazine,
The Zeros,
cv313,
Average White Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sällskapet,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed,
The Saints,
Minor Threat,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy Collins,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slave,
Zero Boys,
Nils Olav,
Lindisfarne,
Malaria!,
Al Stewart,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.